by Hayes, Lane
“Yeah,” he replied with a shy half smile. “We can take this for a spin in the parking lot. I’ll even let you drive.”
“By myself or would you get behind me?” I furrowed my brow. “Did that sound odd? Because I didn’t mean—”
Levi tugged my wrist and pulled me close. “Shh.”
“What are you doing?”
“I have no fucking idea.” His gaze darted from my eyes to my lips and back again as though he awaited permission.
“Levi, I can’t.”
But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by his nearness. He smelled so good, and he felt warm and strong. It was an intoxicating combination I couldn’t push away.
“Okay.” Levi nodded but he didn’t move. “I don’t want to ask you for something you can’t give me. I know you may be hurting and sad but I…I love it when you laugh. I can’t get you out of my head, Geordie and I—”
I set my arms over his shoulders just as he swooped in and sealed his mouth over mine in a passionate kiss that sent my pulse through the roof. Fuck, I wanted this. Exactly this. I wanted to be as close as physically possible to whatever it was in him that made me feel alive. He exuded joy and desire, and I wasn’t going to fight it. Not this time.
I raked my fingers through his thick hair and licked his lips in a silent request for entry. Our tongues dueled, gliding and twisting in a sensual dance we were better at than we should have been. I hummed into the connection, biting his bottom lip then thrusting my tongue inside his mouth until we were both panting for air.
I rested my forehead against his, loving the feel of his breath on my lips. Then I backed up slightly and smiled.
“Good night, Levi.”
“Let me walk you to your door. Come on.”
He slipped his hand in mine and pulled me along the short pathway to my porch. I dug in my bag for my keys then held them up and turned to fumble with the lock. I pushed the door ajar and made a weak circular motion that was supposed to be a wave good-bye.
“This is me. I mean…it’s my house,” I said awkwardly.
One side of Levi’s mouth curled in a lopsided grin. “It’s a good house.”
“Yeah.” I bit the inside of my cheek then reached out to rub my thumb along his jaw before cupping his neck and pulling him forward. “You should go.”
“Do you really want me to go?” he whispered.
“No.” I shook my head and kissed him again.
We made out in the doorway for a few minutes, feverishly sucking and licking each other’s lips and tongues while our hands roamed freely. I flattened my palms over his chest and moved them down his taut stomach then around his waist before splaying my hands on his back.
“What does your skin feel like? I wish I could feel you and—”
“You can. Invite me inside, Geord. Let me touch you.”
I stared at him for a long moment. My heartbeat reverberated in my ears. I felt shaky, like I was stuck on a rollercoaster ride at the top of a treacherous dip with no way to gauge how far the fall was. This was the tipping point and—fuck it.
I threw my arms around his neck and pounced, licking his lips then plunging my tongue inside as I backed him against the open door. The second we cleared the entry, I stepped between his open legs and molded my chest against his. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and licked his jaw. He captured my mouth in a rough kiss. His scruff felt like sandpaper against my smooth-shaven cheek. The contrast was a wild turn-on. And when he thrust his tongue between my lips, I may have actually whimpered with need.
That was what this was…need. I was attracted to Levi’s sense of humor and strong character and determination but honestly, I was flat-out in awe of his thick torso and muscular abs. My body hummed with desire. I wanted to kiss him, lick him, run my hands down his chest, and squeeze his nipples until he begged me to suck them. And I wanted everything at once.
I ground my hips against his suggestively, loving the feel of his hard-on through our clothes. Levi tugged my shirt from my pants then slipped his fingers underneath and splayed them on my lower back. I did the same to him, careful not to break the manic kiss in my quest for skin.
“You feel so warm. Like sunshine,” I purred, licking his Adam’s apple then biting his chin. “Let me touch you.”
“Go for it. Do whatever you want.”
I backed up slightly and met his gaze. I was tempted to joke about the broad spectrum of “things I wanted to do to him” but I realized immediately—this wasn’t a lascivious invitation. He was giving me the reins in a gesture of respect. I didn’t know it was possible to be emotionally touched and turned-on at the same time.
“Whatever I want,” I repeated.
“Yes.” He traced my jaw with his thumb then threaded his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead.
The sweetness undid me. I leaned into him for a moment before capturing his wrist.
“Come with me.”
My home was a one-story ranch with two wings and bedrooms located on either end. The main living area and kitchen anchored the space. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows provided ample natural lighting and allowed breathtaking vistas of the vineyards from every room in the house, especially the master suite. I moved to my left toward my room out of habit but immediately stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t bring a man in there. Not yet.
Levi set his hand on my lower back as if sensing my inner turmoil. “It’s okay, Geord. We don’t have to—”
“This way.”
I turned back down a wide hallway, past my home office to the first guest room on the right. I paused to hit the switch on the wall and get my bearings. No one but the housekeeping staff had been in this wing in ages. Guests usually stayed at Wes and Nick’s place because it was bigger and closer to the winery. I hadn’t hosted a party of my own in so long that I forgot what half of my house looked like.
“This is nice.”
“Yeah, it is,” I nodded in agreement and took a cursory glance around the guest room.
“You seem surprised. This is your home, right?” Levi chuckled.
“I think so. I haven’t been in this room in ages. It’s so…blue.”
The walls and the roman blinds were white, but every accent from the duvet and decorative throw pillows to the silk curtains framing the window were shades of indigo. I noted the photographs of the Pacific Ocean on the wall across from the queen-sized bed and wondered if I’d picked those out. I could almost swear I’d never been in this room before. Which made it the perfect place to be now.
I shrugged my coat from my shoulders and draped it over a navy upholstered bench at the end of the bed with my red scarf. Then I kicked off my shoes and sat on the edge of the mattress, patting the space beside me in invitation.
Levi moved forward and started to sit but at the last second, he fell on top of me and flattened his chest against mine. I let out an oomph of surprise then opened my arms and legs and drew him close. Levi buried his nose in the crook of my neck, nibbling my earlobe and then rocking his hips suggestively. I hiked my legs over his ass and met his thrusts eagerly. His thick, muscular weight covered me like a blanket. He was solid and strong, and he felt safe. Though when he pinned my hands above my head and drove his tongue inside my mouth and ground his heavy dick alongside mine, the last thing I wanted was anything safe. I wanted rough and dangerous. I wanted the frenzied glide of his tongue over mine, twisting and sucking and slowly igniting a firestorm of need.
Levi broke for air with a gasp then released his hold to slip his right hand under my shirt. He shifted sideways and tweaked my tits and then ran his fingers down my chest. I moaned when he cupped my length through my trousers.
“Mmm. That’s good,” I whispered.
“You’re so beautiful. Can I touch you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped in record time. Levi wasn’t as quick. He was midzip when I rolled to my side to watch the show. He flashed a sly grin, slowly lowered his
zipper, and then lifted his hips to push his jeans over his ass. He left his black boxer briefs on, but the cotton fabric was no match for his thick cock. The tip peeked over the elastic band. I reached out to run my fingers over the wide mushroom head, smearing precum over the crown. Levi seemed amused by my awed expression. Or maybe he understood.
I licked my lips hungrily as he slipped his plaid shirt over his shoulders, revealing a toned, muscular chest. A light smattering of hair covered his pecs then narrowed to a trail leading south. My fingers itched. In fact, my whole body trembled with need just thinking of all the naughty things I wanted to do to him.
“Lie down, Geord,” he commanded. He stood abruptly and yanked back the duvet.
I scrambled to my knees to push the covers aside and started to obey but when he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs, my plans changed.
“No. Let me. I need to touch you first. Just…lie down. Please.”
Levi considered me thoughtfully and then nodded. He lay on the pristine white sheets and propped his hands behind his head in a show of surrender. I kneeled beside him and took a moment to admire his toned physique before gently tracing his V-line. Then I lifted the elastic and slowly lowered it over his rigid shaft. And wow, he was perfect. Long and thick and beautiful.
I pushed the fabric down his legs and tossed it haphazardly toward the pile of clothing on the bench before reaching for him. My grip was tentative at first. I felt like a novice, which was kind of funny. I was a veteran when it came to matters of the cock. I’d never been shy about sex. I loved everything about it. Hand jobs, blowjobs, anal. I’d honed my expertise and practiced with many gentlemen callers like I was competing in a sport. Then Mike came along, and sex became an expression of love and gratitude. I wasn’t sure where that left me now. I didn’t love Levi. I barely knew him. But I liked him and admired him. And I couldn’t lie to myself. I wanted him.
It made no sense but it felt right, I mused as I tightened my hold and stroked him languidly. He hummed at the contact and lifted his hips in a wordless request for more. I cupped his balls, rolling them one at a time as I continued to work him over, twisting my wrist expertly with each pass. I liked the way Levi watched me with hooded eyes. He struck the perfect balance that gave me freedom to explore and himself permission to enjoy. When he widened his knees to give me more room, I scooted closer until my knees nudged the backs of his thighs. The contrast of my dark trousers against his naked ass added a sensual element that brought to mind a porn-worthy scenario that made my sex-hazed brain short circuit and demand that I take more. Much more.
So I did. I bent to lick his shaft from base to tip. Circling my tongue over his crown then sucking precum from the head before swallowing him whole.
“Oh, fuck.” Levi arched his back and lifted his hips wantonly.
We found a rhythm right away. Sucking, licking, stroking, and writhing, letting the momentum steadily build. I reached down to free my cock just as Levi grabbed my hair. I gripped my shaft through my briefs and let him take over. He was rough, but I liked it. I’d always been a big fan of raunchy, uninhibited sex. And I loved that he wasn’t holding anything back.
When he dug his heels into the mattress and pushed my forehead, I knew he was close.
“It’s okay. I want it,” I said in a raspy tone.
Levi was too far gone to argue. He grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth greedily before losing his rhythm and falling apart. I swallowed every drop, sucking him dry as he trembled underneath me. I kissed his inner thigh then collapsed on the bed, beside him. Then I shoved my pants and briefs over my erection and squeezed my impossibly hard prick. It wouldn’t take much. Just a little more…
“Mine.” Levi rolled to his side and covered my hand to stop my incessant stroking. Then he crashed his mouth over mine before I could argue. And yeah, I fucking loved the way he sucked on my tongue, knowing he wanted to taste himself on me.
I broke for air and shook my head. “I’m gonna come any second and—”
“Not yet.” Levi bit my bottom lip and then slid down my torso. He brushed his nose over my length, breathing me in before gazing up at me. “You’re perfect. So damn pretty.”
“No, I’m—oh God, yes!” I clutched his shoulder for purchase when he wrapped his fingers around me and then sucked as though his life depended on it. And when he licked my balls then went lower still, flicking his tongue over my hole, I knew my orgasm was about to hit, and I had a feeling it would be fierce.
I roared with the force of my release, bucking my hips wildly as cum spurted up my chest. Levi rested his cheek on my thigh while I rode out the waves of pleasure. The gesture was oddly comforting. I combed my fingers through his hair and laughed for no reason at all. I just felt…good. No, amazing.
Levi looked up at me and smiled. Then he climbed over me and licked my stomach before flattening himself on top of me and capturing my mouth in a sensual tangle of tongues that left me breathless and weak.
We lay there quietly for a few minutes. The silence was dangerous. It could either signal a beginning or an end. At least that was the way I remembered these things going.
“Levi?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know what to do now,” I whispered.
He rolled sideways to face me and set his hand on my bare hip. “Just relax. Nothing changes, Geord. I got you.”
I wrinkled my brow. “What do you mean?”
He traced my jawline with his forefinger and smiled. “There’s no hidden message. I don’t expect anything from you, but I’m not going to disappear either. I’m here. The rest is up to you. And before you freak out…I’m not staying the night. You can let me know when you want to see me again to—”
“Tomorrow,” I said softly. I kissed his hand and then sat up. “Meet me for coffee in the park.”
Levi’s radiant grin warmed me from the inside out. I couldn’t help returning the gesture times ten. I had no idea what happened now, but I knew without a doubt—this was a beginning.
Chapter 6
The sun peeked through the fluffy clouds the following morning, casting a golden light over the deserted park. A fine sheen of dew covered the benches surrounding the grandiose fountain in the middle of the square and dripped from the regal oak trees onto the nearby picnic benches and barbecues. It was early still but it looked like it was going to be a beautiful spring day, which meant we wouldn’t have the park to ourselves for long. I balanced the to-go tray of goodies in my left hand and sipped my coffee while Levi wiped down the bench with a few of the napkins I’d picked up at Starbucks.
“You missed a spot,” I teased.
“No, I didn’t.” He frowned, staring at the bench.
“Right there, see?” I pointed at an imaginary patch of moisture on the wood slats.
“That’s just a reflection but here…” he sat down and wiggled his ass then slid over and opened his arm with a flourish. “All better, your royal highness.”
I smiled at his lighthearted grumbling then took a seat and handed the tray to him. “I didn’t know if you’d eaten, so I brought some pastries from the bakery next to the coffee shop. Croissants and bear claws. Help yourself.”
“Thanks.”
I studied Levi’s profile as he picked up his coffee and cradled it between his hands for warmth. He looked casually masculine in his leather jacket, worn 501s, and Timberland boots. His dark hair was slightly messy, as though he’d raked his fingers through it. We make an odd pair for sure, I thought. Except for the lime-green tassels on my mustard-yellow loafers, I was dressed from head to toe in my ubiquitous black. I probably looked like an uptight caretaker with an inexplicable whimsical side who’d been befriended by the local gym coach. Close enough.
I sipped my coffee and glanced at the pigeons hopping around the empty bench adjacent to ours. “That’s where the bird man sits.”
“Who?” Levi turned to give me the “What the fuck?” look I deserved.
I let out
a half laugh and shifted slightly to face him. “There’s an old man in town who comes here to feed the birds and squirrels. I’m not here often but when I do come, I try to sit as far from him as possible. He’s a fearless warrior for park critters. I kid you not—I saw him lure a squirrel up his arm and let him perch on his shoulder.” I shivered in distaste then continued with a sigh. “I’ve placed Ryan in charge of making sure I don’t succumb to the same fate.”
“You don’t have anything to worry about. You’d make a terrible human bird feeder,” Levi huffed. “You never sit still for long. Where’d that come from anyway? Are you suffering from caffeine deficiency, or are you trying to break the ice before you tell me last night was a mistake?”
“Hmph. I think it’s caffeine, but it might be both. I don’t know.”
“Drink your coffee and relax for a minute then. How’d you sleep?” he asked conversationally.
“Fine. You?”
“Fine. But I wished I was with you.”
“Levi…”
“To make sure you were okay,” he added quickly. He paused for a moment and tapped the side of his cup. “I’m not gonna lie, Geord. I want to do…stuff with you.”
I gave him a lopsided smile. “Stuff?”
“Yeah. I like being with you. Near you. You light up a room the second you walk in, and you make people…happy. Just sitting here now feels kind of amazing. And I don’t get it. It’s cold and damp and the sun can’t decide if it’s going to make an appearance or not, but I like this. I’ve got to figure out how to convince you to stick around.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Levi. And I like you too but—”
He put his hand up to stop my speech. “It’s okay. Don’t break my heart.”
I snickered at his theatrical sigh. “I had no idea you had a flair for drama.”
“I don’t have a flair for anything in particular, Geord. I’m relatively boring.”
“You’re not boring,” I said in a placating tone.
“Look, when I played baseball I—”
“Oh, dear. That is boring,” I teased playfully.